Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
The Cure,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Unwound,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.